Iglesia ………………………..Episode 60

(Iglesia is a serialized novel, published ….rarely these days!…on Tuesdays and Saturdays at midnight ET, you can read all of the episodes by clicking on the tag.)

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Mr Diamond was perhaps the least hypocritical and least morally conflicted person on the planet earth. At a very young age, an elderly matron who had just been kicked by Mr. Diamond’s tiny foot had called him ‘an evil little boy.’ It had stuck. He, furthermore, had liked it. He was also extremely intelligent. Watching television growing up he had always rooted for the bad guys…and wondered why they never won.

Except on the news.

Then he had his epiphany. Television was written by people and for people who desperately needed the good guys to win on TV to compensate for a world, the real world, the world on the news, where the bad guys did win. A lot. To him, the good guys were incredibly boring. It was the bad guys that had all the fun. When they weren’t getting shot on TV, that is.

Being incredibly smart, he had learned early on to hide the fact that he was evil. The other children in his neighborhood got blamed for many, many things that they had had no part of. After a few early misadventures, the high rate of death amongst the nieghborhood pet population were accepted as a weird anomaly, since they all seemed to die of freak but explainable accidents or natural causes. Mr. Diamond was learning his craft.

Reading a psychology book at college, he discovered that he was a sociopath, which gave him a moments pause. Precisely a moments pause. He also had a very strong sense of self. He knew he was not normal. And looking around him at the normal people, and their behavior, and their often pathetic excuses for their behavior, he was glad of it. Mr Diamond was perhaps the least hypocritical and least morally conflicted person on the planet earth.

Unlike his clients. His clients, those who hired him to carry out their evil for them NEVER thought they were evil. No matter what they paid him to do, or how many times they paid him to do it. He had asked them. Even though he had continously found new approaches, new and subtle or new and blunt, ways to ask the question, not one of the now very many people he had done work for had ever admitting being evil. At least not without some qualifying wink and nod at the thought that he was kidding when he asked the question. Each of them had at least a higher purpose for the acts he commited for them, some of them considered themslves downright holy, in fact.